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I shutter to think...

I added a blog site to my favorite links recently, but I hadn't written about it because I was waiting to see whether the blogger would continue to add. He had a shaky track record -- specifically, a Tour de France blog that sorta fizzled after a few posts.

But I cut him some slack, since, really, how much can one write about spokes and spandex and doping that hasn't already been written? That and the fact he'd be much more likely to actually go outside and ride his own bike rather than huddle in front of a computer screen and blab about other riders.

This new blog is different. It serves as an online gallery to feature his outstanding photography. I'm completely biased, but I'm not the only one to deem his work impressive. During his career, he has won big-time awards (including one where he beat a National Geographic shooter) and been honored by a panel of world-class photographers teaching at a workshop he attended. He has an eye for finding the extraordinary in the ordinary, the delicate detail in the everyday. He can capture moments that the rest of us miss and allow us to experience them through his eyes and his lens.

Most impressively, perhaps, is that he doesn't view his blog as a way to show off. The name of his blog is even a self-deprecating jab at one of his tendencies -- to sacrifice a ruler-straight horizon in order to freeze an artistic moment in time. He wants to share what he sees, get feedback, find new inspiration, and escape a bit from the mundane monotony of his daytime photo job -- which, from my vantage point, lacks the real creative meat he needs to sink his teeth into. (How creative can you be when people who know nothing about photography are telling you exactly what to shoot, how to shoot, and are basically directing your every move, short of saying, "Ok, now push the little button-thingey." Maybe they'd say that, too.)

If you haven't already, please check it out: Crooked Horizons.

And feel free to leave your comments. He likes talking shop. Or is that PhotoShop?

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